We spent a week at my parent’s place because the Man is going to a conference nearby. It was a good chance to visit friends in this part of the province as well as have a little holiday. One morning, the Boy and I went for an “adventure” out at our cottage. He enjoys the outdoors and we want to encourage that. In the city we don’t get out to the forest as often as we might, so I thought we’d try going for a little hike. I wasn’t sure if the Boy would want to walk as far as I thought he should (and really hoped that I wouldn’t end up carrying him home) – but we was a great little hiker. Hopefully we can encourage him to walk some more and slowly be able to stop having to use the stroller.
Every adventure should start with a good collection of sticks. Luckily there were lots to be found as we started out on our walk.
“Mommy – look at my sticks, look at my sticks mommy.” It is very important that mommy sees all the sticks and acknowledges how many are being carried.
Oh look – Canada’s Economic Action Plan is hard at work out here in the middle of the woods. Thank goodness for this useful sign, otherwise, I might not have known all the great things my government is doing.
We arrived at the other side of the lake (where my cousins have a cottage) and traded the sticks (which we threw into the lake) for rocks (which we threw into the lake).
One of my cousins had carefully set stones on the top of all the posts. I hope they weren’t important because we threw them all into the water.
After a while we went back. At the top of the hill there was a patch of snow. Still.
We very carefully walked around the snow. It was pretty slippery.
Then we very carefully walked back down the other side of the “Mountain” through the tree tunnel…
…And threw sticks off of all the docks between there and our cottage. The water is pretty high right now. Some of the docks were just about underwater. I had to keep a close eye on the Boy to make sure that he didn’t charge into the water in order to go to the very end of the dock. That would have ended very badly.
Last dock – back at Mom and Dad’s cottage. Time to throw our last few sticks and then…
…go and have a rest and a snack on the deck.
It was a perfect adventure for a two year old and a fun way to spend the morning with the Boy. I should look for some short walks around home and check them out when we get back. As long as there are sticks and something to poke with them, I think that we’d have a pretty good time.